Chapter the Twenty-eighth: Sara ...

As the three of us ran down the hallway to the bedroom, I was already making the linkages between us. By the time we entered Sara 's bedroom where she lay in state, we were one.

I stood at the foot of the bed and Amy and Maggie stood to either side. I reached forward and took hold of her feet. They were warm but waxy in my fingers the clean flesh, pale and perfect in my hand. Maggie and Amy lay their fingers on Sara 's forehead and stomach respectively. With the three of us joined, I could pick up whole new sensations according to each of their talents.

We dived into Sara , the gleaming purity of her physical self was like a beautiful cathedral around us. Maggie was transfixed by the wonder of it. Amy simply felt herself falling in love with Sara all over again. There in front of us and at the core of what was Sara herself, was the oily blackness that coated her. We swooped down to deal with it. The ugliness was made by Shaw, there was no doubt about that, it was different to the 'cloaks' but of the same general species.

We came back to the bedroom and Maggie and Amy put their arms around me and hugged me close. It felt good.

It felt more than good actually. I realised that Amy had a knack of hitting all the right buttons when it came to arousing me. I saw her anew, the fantastic vision that I had been attracted to all that time ago in the mall; the beauty of her enthusiasm, the promise of her athletic physicality.

Her tongue was in my ear, her fingernails were scratching across my bare chest under my shirt and she was steadily working her crotch against my thigh. Maggie too, was affected by the aura Amy was putting out. She was cooing and kissing and rubbing. The air almost crackled with Amy 's emanations.

Like a flywheel, the energy we were generating began to gain its own momentum. Before I could recognise it, Maggie had manoeuvred us over to Sara 's body once more and had begun to strip off my clothes. I could feel the heat building in me. I could feel the urgency with which Amy was losing herself in lust.

Maggie 's loveliness.

With a fluidity that was borne of our desires, the three of us clambered onto Sara 's bed and once again began the task of linking each other and touching her.

"She is so gorgeous!" said Maggie , laying her face next to Sara 's and sliding her palm across the swelling globe of her bare breast. Her lust was evident and the urgency was enough to have her lose any last vestige of decorum.

I watched her long flat tongue lapping along Sara 's long neck leaving first, wet smears of saliva there, and then pussy juice on Sara 's skin as she used her crotch to rub along the exposed thigh.. Amy was humming to herself with anticipation and dropped her face down to catch my rampant cock in her mouth. I knelt between Sara 's legs and smoothed Amy 's hair as she bobbed her head up and down on my erection. Maggie began to alternate between stroking Sara and tickling Amy . The young girl yelped and squirmed and her hands left my balls and reached to Maggie allowing the warmth of my wife's smooth skin to arouse her. Both women began a soft chanting as Amy finished soaking my cock and balls with her saliva;

They pulled me forward and helped me furrow my tool in between Sara 's vaginal lips. She was too dry to proceed and I could feel the chaffing as soon as I tried. Maggie immediately dipped her wet, curled tongue down where she could let her spit dribble into Sara 's slit. I could feel the cooling fluid run around the tightly drawn rim of her lips where my cock forced itself inside.

Sara was pale and nude and asleep. Her body still thrilled me with its perfect proportions and I could only feel how much I loved her so.

Amy latched her lips around Sara 's nipple and pulled Maggie down to the other one. They scooted closer to Sara , holding her close and both ran their knees up and down my flanks as I lay over her body. For a while I could almost imagine that I was making love to the three of them simultaneously. Despite the coolness of the room, we were perspiring with the animal heat of our passion and all three, breathing like racehorses.

"Go on Danny, let's try again, it worked for us before." Maggie began nibbling and nuzzling at Sara 's face and neck, sucking on her lips and licking her ears. For being such a cold fish before, she was certainly making a good go at her new life.

This time, the connection flared around us like a roaring fire. I could sense Maggie and Amy with me and all at once, something else too. The fragrance of Sara 's favourite perfume was suddenly in my nostrils and I knew she was still there waiting for me. The warmth of that thought was with us all as we arrived once again at the black cocoon.

There was no need to make any weapon or tool or even touch the black sarcophagus that lay in front of us. We approached the site of the thing, our three 'selves' twining about each other as we all made love to Sara . In the part of my mind which was still in the bedroom, I knew that I was beginning to saw my shaft in and out of her buttery pussy and that both Maggie and Amy were adding their own wetness to the mix. The soft panting of Amy began to signal the onrush of her orgasm and, with the way that her aura pulsed around us, I could feel Maggie begin to stretch towards her own. Myself, I was only staving off my cum by sheer willpower and as soon as Maggie began to shudder and grope for Amy 's mouth with hers, I simply let go of my restraint and let the flood of my semen wash into my love's body. The release of our orgasms provided us all with a sudden crystal-clear vision.

But Sara was with me.

I knew what it felt like to be a bird, at that moment when it's outstretched wings lift it from the ground for the first time. She was all around me, holding me close, kissing me, touching Maggie and Amy , licking her tongue into my mouth. Her pussy began gripping me again in her orgasm. She was cumming with a strength that was borne of her total release. The explosion of beautiful light that hit us all as Sara came, forced us almost physically away from each other on the bed. Sara gasped like she was surfacing from a deep dive and then silently gazed at the three of us.

I remember when my daughter was born, the vernix still glistening wetly on her salmon-pink skin. The room was very much like this bedroom, dim-lit and warm. With the long, gruelling labour, Maggie had been drowsy, almost asleep after the birth and I felt I had been left alone with the baby. At only a few minutes old, her eyes were wide and black. She made feeble movements with her head as it rested against my chest and looked about her at the new world. The curiosity of her gaze as she saw things for the first time was a wonder I would hold with me forever.

Sara had the same look on her.

"Ooh lover, where have I been?" was her first question. She smiled and stretched and moaned with the feeling of my hardness inside her and the softness of Amy and Maggie's ministrations.